Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 People Cannot See Their Own Emotions Clearly

I was freakin' out and grabbed Ethan's arm.

"You good? Don't scare me like that."

Ethan slumped over the steering wheel, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm fine. Chill."

He looked like he was about to pass out, but he said he was fine? Just as I was about to lose it, someone knocked on the window. A traffic cop was there, telling us we couldn't park and had to move. I begged him for help. A few traffic cops helped Ethan out, but he couldn't even stand up straight and started puking blood. I was so freaked out that I don't even remember how we got into the cop's car and rushed to Grace Hospital.

Turns out, it was acute gastric bleeding. The doc said it was a good thing we got him there in time; any later, and he could've bled out. When they brought Ethan back to the ward, he was awake but pale as a ghost, hooked up to an IV.

I'd never seen him so weak. I just stood there, frozen by the bed, scared out of my mind.

He looked at me and reached out. "Come here."

I walked over, and he pulled me to sit by the bed, placing my hand on his chest. "I'm really okay."

My eyes were stinging, probably red too. "The doc said your stomach didn't get messed up overnight. You must've been ignoring it for ages."

Ethan looked at me and gave a weak smile. "I'm a guy. If I made a fuss over every little pain, wouldn't that make me seem weak?"

"Illness doesn't care if you're a guy. Can you stop being so dumb?" I was still in shock, and his casual tone was driving me nuts. He gave me a weak, goofy smile.

"You're still smiling?" I glared at him.

Ethan pulled me to lean on his chest, his deep voice rumbling.

"Emily, I can tell you're worried about me. That makes my day!"

I was really scared. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

What if he had been too weak to hit the brakes? What if he had been alone and no one noticed?

Too many what-ifs, and I didn't want to think about them.

Ethan held my shoulders and made me look up, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Come here, let me make you feel better." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in, our lips meeting. Maybe 'cause he was weak, his kiss was super gentle. I kissed back even softer, pouring all my worry into it.

We only pulled apart when we heard a light cough.

Standing at the door was Jason, wearing a lab coat.

Ethan didn't seem to care, but I felt my face heat up as I got up to pour some water.

Jason strolled in, hands in his pockets, giving Ethan a look. "Thought you were invincible, huh? Now look at you."

Ethan tried to sit up, so I adjusted the bed and handed him a cup of warm water.

Ethan chuckled and cursed, "Can't you cut me some slack? I'm still a patient here."

pieced together why Ethan's stomach

Martin could still keep him in check, but as Ethan got older and stronger,

got mad, he'd skip meals for days, using almost self-destructive ways to cope. He started drinking to numb the pain in his teens. When he was upset, he'd

my dirty laundry in

past, my heart ached

must've drowned all his sadness and

pushed down my sadness and forced a smile.

at me

Ethan's assistant showed up, giving updates on the company's situation

flipping through documents and

on, not letting anyone see his soft side or

said to Jason, "I didn't drive here.

who had been leaning against the window, stood up straight, took off his

them walking side by side downstairs, chatting

looking at?" Ethan's voice suddenly came

still looking handsome in his hospital gown. "Why'd you

from behind. "It's just a stomach

asked, "Don't you think

figures disappearing downstairs. "What? You trying

head and looked at him, raising an

kissed my hair, his voice

but feelings are all about chemistry. If there's a spark, they don't need a matchmaker. If not, even if you tie 'em together, they'll eventually

woman's intuition, I felt like

said, "Sometimes, people can't see their own feelings clearly and

smirked. "Good luck

I grabbed some oatmeal. After Ethan

I decided to step out for some fresh air. Passing by the water room, I

bottle and walked down the

follow him to a

was open, and I could

bed sit up, opened a lunch box, and fed her

bites, the elderly woman finally noticed me standing at

realize I had been

in the ward were

being sick was true, and now she was at Grace Hospital, which

Chase put down the lunch box and sat to the side,

her eyes on me, her

"Emily, come sit."

because they were people I had once called Mom

sat on the stool by the bed and asked, "How's

it one day

between Arthur and me, a chill ran up my

and I, once so close,

had become the most tragic figures in this almost bloody

they could only rely on each other. It

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